I regularly hop on my pink unicorn and take short jaunts at a canter speed into Central Park, using the pathways to provide a runway for my little Pegasus to begin flying into Earth's orbit, after 20 minutes putting me into it at a geosynchronous pace.

Off topic: I knew what I was going to say, but as soon as the time came I choked, forgetting lines and stammering. Good thing my partner was there to keep me right. But I really do hate them, it was the class that put me of. Those staring eyes they make it so uncomfortable, a part of me just wanted to scream "stop fucking staring!"

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